suddenly, i am the poorest of them all.


a chair is still a chair.
even when there's no one sitting there.
but a chair is not a house.
and a house is not a home.
when there's no one there to hold you tight.
and no one there you can kiss goodnight.


a room is still a room.
even when there's nothing there but gloom.
but a room is not a house.
and a house is not a home.
when the two of us are far apart.


who am i kidding.
the moment those kids step out into the working world, they'll learn that cheating isnt cheating if nobody knows.
whats left of honesty and integrity?
shrewdness is the new gene of the fittest.


say nighty-night and kiss me
just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me
while i'm alone and blue as can be
dream a little dream of me.

perfection at 6:26 PM